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Hello!
This is essentially my reblog Tumblr, but I do occasionally put some of my work here.
My fandom Tumblrs are...
/playdead - FFXIV (also my main Tumblr)
Dalmascan Requiem - My in-character FFXIV Tumblr
Diogenes' Utopia - Honkai: Star Rail
Enjoy your stay :)
Hellebores (Lenten Roses) under a UV light.
hi! i bought a booked called "Black England" by Gretchen Gerzina for christmas to help me with writing one of my ocs, i havent read it yet but it looks super promising and informative! just wanted to share something nice :)
Dope! If you send the link, I'll share it in a reblog!
Official website
Thank you!!
if i had a dick i would love to have a disappointing orgasm in the shower while thinking of something or someone that i felt i should not be thinking about & then stand under the water with my forehead against a wall watching the proof of my guilt & shame go down the drain
The insight I get into the female mind thanks to this website is amazing.
not a female 👍
pause everybody take notes. real trans ally
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Botanically-accurate Yule log cake 2025 reveal: Shagbark hickory with chicken of the woods, puffballs, green-stain, and rhizomorphs of honey mushroom that didn't show up well in this photo. Orange cake, cranberry filling, chocolate ganache and chocolate shags. I'd wanted to make a shagbark log for like 10 years now and it turned out great!
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hibiki doesn’t fight with weapons because she needs her hands free to hold girls hands she's so true
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‘Tis the season of deep-sea art! 🎨✨
Join Monterey Bay Aquarium, @mbari-blog and FathomVerse as we cozy up to the ocean’s hidden wonders all month long with daily deep-sea art prompts.
Let the unique beauty of this extraordinary ocean ecosystem spark inspiration as the days turn dark and chilly. Dive into these prompts and create daily art in any medium–digital, ink, sculpture, tattoos, macaroni art, or whatever calls to you from the depths.
We’ll be reblogging art all month long, so make sure to follow @MontereyBayAquarium and @mbari-blog and tag your posts #deep sea december. Here’s some other ways to keep the sea-lebration going all month long: 🩵 Come chat with fellow artists and share your creations in the Monterey Bay Aquarium Discord server.
🩵 Submit your art to our online gallery.
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The list of plain text prompts is available under the cut:
Join us in the 2025 12 Days of Christmas Challenge as we hope to spread a little ✨holiday joy and cheer✨ through the magic of writing fanfiction & creating art!
Think of the most noticeable scar on your body. How did you get it?
From another person
From an animal
Sport injury
Falling (while not doing sports)
Dealing with sharp objects or broken glass/ceramics*
Dealing with non-sharp objects (happens)
Temperature burn
Chemical burn (what have you been doing?)
Something else
I have 2 or more equally noticeable scars that I got in different ways
I don't have scars/see results
*if you fell on a sharp object, consider that falling. Otherwise, consider it dealing with sharp objects
Tiffany couldn't quite work out how Miss Level got paid. Certainly the basket she carried filled up more than it emptied. They'd walk past a cottage and a woman would come scurrying out with a fresh-baked loaf or a jar of pickles, even though Miss Level hadn't stopped there. But they'd spend an hour somewhere else, stitching up the leg of a farmer who'd been careless with an axe, and get a cup of tea and a stale biscuit.
It didn't seem fair.
“Oh, it evens out,” said Miss Level, as they walked on through the woods.
“You do what you can. People give what they can, when they can. Old Slapwick there, with the leg, he's as mean as a cat, but there'll be a big cut of beef on my doorstep before the week's end, you can bet on it. His wife will see to it. And pretty soon people will be killing their pigs for the winter, and I'll get more brawn, ham, bacon and sausages turning up than a family could eat in a year.”
“You do? What do you do with all that food?”
“Store it,” said Miss Level.
“But you-”
“I store it in other people. It's amazing what you can store in other people.” Miss Level laughed at Tiffany's expression. “I mean, I take what I don't need round to those who don't have a pig, or who're going through a bad patch, or who don't have anyone to remember them.”
“But that means they'll owe you a favour!”
“Right! And so it just keeps on going round. It all works out.”
“I bet some people are too mean to pay-”
“Not pay,” said Miss Level, severely. “A witch never expects payment and never asks for it and just hopes she never needs to. But, sadly, you are right.”
“And then what happens?"
“What do you mean?”
“You stop helping them, do you?”
“Oh, no,” said Miss Level, genuinely shocked. “You can't not help people just because they're stupid or forgetful or unpleasant. Everyone's poor round here. If I don't help them, who will?”
"A Hat full of Sky" - Terry Pratchett
And now I remember why I grieve for Terry Pratchett, a man I have never met. He never knew of my existence, but he raised me to know what it means to care for people.
What I appreciate is that he not only showed this kind of thing working--that's good to depict, but it's also fairly common even if the details are usually less concrete. Books where people being decent even when it's hard matters are a dime a dozen.
Pratchett consistently showed that this kind of unglamorous public service, which is necessary to keeping human society running, is an absolute bitch and very very difficult and never becomes easy and has to be done anyway.
And also that you can do it while being yourself an absolute bitch, and in fact that tends to be a more applicable skill than niceness.
There’s a recurring thought line in a lot of Pratchett books - “Someone’s got to do it. Unfortunately, that someone is me.” And then they do it.
Discworld Heritage Post
the em dash calls to me like the green goblin mask whenever I’m writing a fic
Absolutely wild to me how sometimes you don't even realize the way you'd been taught to perceive things as a kid was kinda fucked up, actually, until decades later.
Example:
As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.
As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.
Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.
Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.
We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.
This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"
"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.
My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.
"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."
Right. Of course. Right.
When it's done well, I think one of the coolest things in books is when the structure or framework or style of the story matches or enhances the story itself.
One of the best examples I can give is Harrow the Ninth, and I won't talk about the specifics to avoid spoilers, but the use of second person is not simply a stylistic choice but a functional one within the story itself.
You can think also of epistolaries where the fact that they are writing letters is part of the plot (not simply that they are exchanging information from a distance but that letters are physical things that can get lost or damaged and that take time to arrive or can be intercepted). An epistolary where, because the characters must encode information due to the risk of interception, the reader must decode that information to fully understand the plot would be an example of this.
This can also be done by playing with things like timeline--a story is non-linear not simply because it is a way to reveal information but because the POV character is not experiencing time fully linearly (either due to something like dementia/Alzheimer's or to something like magic).
There are lots of opportunities to think of how your story's structure or style can be an integral part of not only the reader's experience but of the plot itself.
Antiblackness Isn't Sexy!
As #Kinktober is upon us, I want to take this time to remind everyone that certain things may not carry the same "sexy" connotation for everyone! This isn't just a "your yuck is my yum" situation, this is a "hey, you're being racist" situation. Now if that's what you enjoy, I can't tell you otherwise. But if you'd like to be considerate towards your Black readers and peers, here are *some* (not all!) things to keep in mind:
1) Objectification is not respect. You can think Black people are sexy- I certainly do! That does not mean treating us like sex toys. An example: if your first thought when you look at a Black male character, is "This'll be good smut, I bet his dick is gigantic"- if your first thought is about their genitals and that they're a good fuck... That is weird. Abeg. Nothing else stood out to you? Just ye olde "Black men have big dicks?"
There's a racist and dehumanizing history behind the oversexualization of Black men, Black bodies in general. Sure, big penises are not insulting or bad, but just as you don't want to be brought down to your bits... Don't do it to us. We can be sexy without being objectified. You can think we're sexy without objectifying us!
2) Making your Black character more sexually aggressive (if fic: -than their canon counterpart). Your Black character having a high libido is fine, but if you've essentially written a sex pest, especially in comparison to a nonblack counterpart... Why? Why do you think that they're automatically the one that would be like that? One example of that is the whole "step on me mommy" thing with confidently sexy Black women. What makes you deem she's the "aggressive" one? She could be a gentle pillow princess.
3) Making your Black character more physically hulking (if fic: -than their canon counterpart). They don't look like that, you know they don't look like that, and you need to consider why you felt the need. Especially in comparison to their nonblack counterparts.
4) Chains and whips, Specifically the large, hulking Black or Brown character in chains held by a skinny white character. Especially if they're like a werewolf. You know why these visuals can be questionable! I know the intended symbolism is supposed to be steamy and animalistic, a bodice ripper deal. But think about it- how often have you seen the opposite- with a skinny Black person holding a hulking, animalistic white person in chains? What imagery are we evoking when we draw this, constantly? We are not animals, we are not raging, uncontrollable sex beasts.
Consensual sex and kink are supposed to involve respect between all parties. Respect, communication, vulnerability, and trust. You can have an interesting, sexually active, high libido, kinky Black character without morphing them a stereotype to be used for the sexual satisfaction of white viewers. Just as white people that do kink are humans with inner lives, so are we. Do better by your Black characters, and your Black readers, by showing us that respect. 👍🏾
Kinktober's coming back around, but this is the situation year round and forever!
